Being Homeless With Miss Christiansen

I lie in bed this morning recalling the times I was homeless. The first time was when my father went on a work strike and I was sent to live with grandmother Mary in Westwood. In recalling the other times, I began to feel sorry for myself, until I remembered I lived in a tent with Rena Christiansen for six weeks. In my opinion, Rena is one of the most beautiful women that has walked the earth, and to be homeless with her, to have her be by your side during tough times, is the acme of human attainment that rivals the homelessness we encounter in Genesis. For, there were many mansions that many rich men own in the world, and she could have been there, by their side. Instead, Rena chose to be with me, in paradise. Why? Why me?

I have been asking this question almost every day…